I nod and smile at him. “There is no other choice for me.”
Jude grins at me before he tucks his joy behind a mask, one made of sinful charm. “What does this have to do with you being here, little mouse?”
I link my fingers together and look up at him from underneath my lashes. “I knew Killian was watching me, so I decided to lure you here.”
Jude closes the distance between us, his fingers tunneling into my hair and gripping it tightly to tilt my head back. He’s breathing hard and I can see how much fire is burning inside of him. Killian presses against my back and I shudder in their arms, loving the feeling of being trapped between them. When my eyes slide to Coyle, he’s already stripping, just as droolworthy now as he was when he came to see me.
Fucking yummy.
“You were playing games?” There’s a purr in Jude’s voice I find sexy as fuck. “That is naughty,” he murmurs before he kisses me, unleashing the fire I saw burning in his eyes moments before.
I kiss him back and feel Killian slide my panties down over my hips, tapping one leg and then the other so he can remove them completely. He grunts, “The boots are staying on. I want to feel them wrapped around me.”
I feel the heat of Killian’s body leave me, but I can hardly protest, not when Jude’s tongue is caressing mine and tasting every crevice of my mouth. A body presses against my back again, skin on skin, and I moan at the contact.
When Jude pulls back from me, he smirks at me and then turns me. I look up into Coyle’s eyes to find the hazel flecks in his eyes practically fucking sparkling. He’s hard all over, every single inch, and my mouth waters.
He murmurs, “Miss me?”
Throwing myself at him, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him until I can’t breathe. I glance over my shoulder when someone presses against my back, more skin on skin, to find Jude smirking at me.
“I missed the three of you, very much,” I whisper. When I look back up at Coyle I squirm because of the possession in his gaze. “You should know, I get the shot.”
Jude freezes behind me and Killian chokes out, “What?”
“I don’t want anything between us,” my voice comes out a lot stronger than I was expecting and I almost pat myself on the back.
Maybe I would actually do it, but before I can, I’m snatched up and carried over to the bed. Coyle looms over me and his hands roam over my body. Every brush of his fingers against my skin makes me wetter.
“Oh, pretty girl, I want nothing more than to fill you with my cum and watch it drip out of your pretty pussy.” My cheeks pink and Coyle winks, his voice dropping lower as he leans in and whispers in my ear, “The only thing better will be the day when there really is nothing between us and we can breed you.”
I wasn’t aware my pussy was a faucet, but those words unlock something inside of me. Coyle must know it because he smirks when he finds my eyes again. He sits back on his knees, his cock hard and weeping. Killian and Jude jump on the opportunity, each one laying on one side of me before their mouths both latch onto my nipples like they choreographed the move.
I moan and arch, wanting them to take more of me into their mouths, needing it. “Oh,” I hold it out, exhaling harshly at how different they both feel. Jude is all vicious teeth where Killian is long, drawn-out sucking.
Coyle rubs the crown of his dick up and down my slit, pulling moans from me every time he brushes against my clit. My eyes find his and I know he can see the way I’m pleading with him. When he smirks, I know he’s teasing me.
“Such a pretty cunt, Edison,” his voice is rough and needy. “Gonna fuck you so good and then I’m going to watch Jude and my brother take you between them.” My eyes widen with his words and my pussy gets even wetter. “Oh, you like the sound of that. You’re soaked.”
“Please,” I keen.
Jude and Killian reach down and grab my knees, pulling my legs up and holding me open. I feel like I’m on display. It makes me a little uncomfortable, but the way Coyle licks his bottom lip as he looks down at me makes the feeling disappear.
“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth. A touch of awe laces through his tone, “Beautiful.”
The attention Killian and Jude are giving my breasts has me almost in a fucking frenzy. The feeling of being trapped, of being held, of being at their mercy, is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When Coyle positions himself at my entrance and sinks into me, my eyes roll back in my head.
He brushes his thumb across my clit as he starts to move inside of me. There’s no build-up tonight. We don’t need it. We’re all on edge. We’re all right fucking there.
“Your pussy is begging for my cum, Edison,” Coyle groans. His eyes are locked down at where his cock is filling me, entranced. “Look at you, taking my cock so fucking good.”
He starts moving faster and I wish I could move my hips to meet each thrust, but I can’t. Not with the way I’m being held open. I wiggle my hips, but Coyle presses down on my pelvis, immobilizing me completely as he works my clit with his thumb.
“Oh my,” I breathe out, but it’s probably unrecognizable within all the pleading moans spilling from me.
I get lost in Coyle’s eyes and I know I’m not going to be the same after this, after I have all three of them. It’s different than it was the other night. This is a claiming; I feel it all the way down to the deepest parts of me.
They won’t let me go. I don’t want them to.